Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.